wanna know what happens next cant wait for the next chapter x

NEW FANFIC!!

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

 

Part One

I had met Phil after only 4 months since I moved from my hometown to London. I had made use of an employment agency and had quickly found a job in Kentish Town. Making friends in a new job is not always easy and I had put some effort into getting to know the people I worked with. Eventually I was given the nod, and invited out for drinks with a group from work. That’s how I met Phil, it was a small world indeed and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course, I never let on that I knew who he was, not wanting to seem over-eager to get to know him, but slowly after spending time in the same social circles we began to get to know each other better. We got along well, he was fascinated by my accent and would laugh at my pronunciation of words, “real sensitive”, I thought, but who cared, he was good fun with a kind nature. We had become very close over time, spending many a drunken night stumbling through the streets of London, he a lot drunker than me, I’ll always remember his lovely warm glowing cheeks, his arm slung over my shoulder, other arm waving in the air, slurring a song into the black night.

 

After a couple of months of hinting and subtle questioning from my side, he had confessed to me that he was actually the manager of a well-known group of musicians. I had laughed and said yeah right, pretending, but my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment I had been waiting so patiently for. “What group?” I said with a giggle, it was hard but I had to hold myself back from shouting out, “is it the group of buskers at the tube station?” I mocked, still giggling.

 

“Come with me” he said, almost as if he was now on a mission. He grabbed my hand and marched me off, up the road, I could feel my blood beginning to bubble under the surface, “Oh my God”, I thought, “Oh my God!” We arrived at the alleyway facing the doors at the bottom, “this looks very grand indeed” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as I continued to tease him, but I could hardly wait to go inside, I was surely going to bolt from his grip and run up to the doors, banging, “let me in, let me in!”

 

I followed him up the stairs, I could hear chatting, laughing, piano keys being tinkled. It was bustling, and the atmosphere was electric. I was starting to shake a little as the excitement began to take hold of me, “keep it together” I kept chanting in my head. As we entered the room my eyes stared darting around frantically looking, “where is he?” Phil stood with his hands held out in front of him, as if to say “TA-DAA”, he had a most amused and smug look on his face. I smiled and blushed, my face was hot, and I knew I looked more like a sun-dried tomato than a cool cucumber. He scoffed, “may I introduce you to my friends?”, I searched the room still, and finally laid my eyes on him. He was lying lazily back on the couch next to Jonny, with his left leg draped over Jonny’s legs that were resting up on the table. They were talking, and laughing, and he ruffled Jonny’s hair. I smiled, his hair was curled over his ears, I noticed immediately how utterly stunning he was to look at in real life.

 

It felt for a second as if my jaw was hanging on the ground, and I quickly readied myself for the introductions, I couldn’t show my desperation, I had to look relaxed with it all. Phil introduced me to each person in the room, while I noticed out the corner of my eye that Chris and Jonny were still carrying on with each other on the couch – of course – why would they be interested in meeting this new person?

 

Eventually Chris looked up and we locked eyes, they were the most incredible blue and shone like sapphires, still gleaming from all the laughing with Jon. He stood up, still eyes locked with mine, and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Chris, nice to meet you, excuse the chaos in here, its not always like this” he laughed. Gosh, he was gorgeous. “This is Jonny-Boy,” he said with a cheeky grin.

 

I am not sure if I can explain how it all happened from there, but I had started, thanks to Phil, to spend most of my time with them since meeting them, backstage at concerts, casually in the studio, at after-parties, and just hanging out in general. They were a good bunch of guys and loads of fun to be around, even though I could sometimes feel some tension between them at times, especially when Chris was in one of his moods.

 

Over this time, Chris and I had developed a great friendship, he was so easy to get along with. He spent most of his time at the studio though, and I sometimes got the feeling that he felt perhaps a little lonely, and disconnected. He had revealed to me one evening that Gwyneth and the kids were away quite a lot, and he missed them terribly, he was quiet and sad while he spoke. “Why don’t we get something to eat, you can come to my flat if you want, and relax a bit, if you don’t want to go home” I suggested. He looked pleased with the suggestion and we left the studio, grabbed a take-away and headed to my place. He was laughing and joking now, I think that he may have been a little self-conscious that I had sensed his loneliness, glad that I had, but self-conscious none–the-less. Over the months of getting to know him, I had thought about how personal and private he was. I felt happy that he was comfortable enough to open up to me at times.

 

We had spent that night lying on my bed, talking and laughing. It felt like we were best friends, but yet there was an indescribable electricity between us, you could feel it around us, I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and a little shock in my stomach each time our hands brushed each others. Just before he had closed his eyes we had spent a moment just looking at each other, close up, face-to-face, searching each other’s faces, mouths, and eyes. He had gently touched my cheek with his thumb, just before he slipped off and once his eyes were closed, I gently kissed his forehead, breathing in the smell of his hair. He fell asleep facing me, and I had reminded myself again how beautiful he was.

 

3 weeks later

 

Chris had spent almost every night at my flat since then. I loved the way he made himself at home, it felt like I had known him forever. We would laugh, he had the most contagious laugh, at anything and everything. He could be so playful and silly at times. His eyes would sparkle and he would make faces while he spoke, then grin from ear to ear, and I loved every second of it. He had a wicked sense of humour and we would spend hours talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else, until he would fall asleep next to me on my bed.

 

He was intoxicating and flirtatious those times, his smell and breath would fill my head with dreams and fantasies. Sometimes I would just lie and stare at him, watching him sleep, his perfect face so close to mine, and I would smile. Was this real?

 

Other times he would come over and not say anything all night, he could be dark and moody, he would sulk and snap if I tried to interfere in his self deprecation. I figured during these times he must have had a bad day, and would lie low around him. “How could he be so self doubting?” I couldn’t understand it, and it would make me annoyed, but I knew he didn’t want to be alone. I was happy he was there regardless of his mood.

 

Those nights he wouldn’t sleep, I would awake during the night to hear him tinkering in the kitchen, or softly singing in the lounge, while quietly strumming my old guitar from high school.

 

Last night was one of those nights, I had just returned from the pub after meeting up with some old friends from varsity days. I had been bursting to tell them all night, but I knew that I couldn’t. What was to tell anyway, Oh, I know Chris Martin and he sleeps at my flat when he does not want to be alone. Right! For some reason thinking about it like that had angered me a little. But, I had found myself thinking about him the whole time, more so than I had before. Where was he? Who was he with? What time would he come? Would he come? My thoughts were bringing a sense of desperation with them, a feeling of urgency. I left early, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

 

He arrived, as I had hoped, but late. I was already in an irritable mood, him being late only made it worse, “where was he”, I thought, but he offered no explanation. He had not said two words to me it seemed. He was just staring blankly at the TV screen. I went to bed. “It’s one of those nights again”, I heard myself saying in my head, with a certain amount of antagonism. He said goodnight and attempted a smile – gosh, he was still so beautiful, even when he was like this.

 

I heard him during the night, pottering around the flat, and pacing up and down the passage past my bedroom door. When I woke in the morning, I found him in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring out the window at the grey rain coming down.

 

“Are you ok?” I hinted at him, I didn’t want an onslaught, just a yes or no. He turned to look at me, his eyes focused on mine. “I have to go,” he said putting the mug down, heading for the door. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I blurted out “Will I see you tonight?” as the words burst forth I wished I could take them back, we were friends, what did it matter if I did or didn’t, why the desperation?

 

“Not tonight” he said facing the door. My heart sank and I was left empty as he closed the door behind him.

 

Part Two to follow

 

Hmm...very interesting. :cool:

NEW FANFIC!!

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

 

Part One

I had met Phil after only 4 months since I moved from my hometown to London. I had made use of an employment agency and had quickly found a job in Kentish Town. Making friends in a new job is not always easy and I had put some effort into getting to know the people I worked with. Eventually I was given the nod, and invited out for drinks with a group from work. That’s how I met Phil, it was a small world indeed and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course, I never let on that I knew who he was, not wanting to seem over-eager to get to know him, but slowly after spending time in the same social circles we began to get to know each other better. We got along well, he was fascinated by my accent and would laugh at my pronunciation of words, “real sensitive”, I thought, but who cared, he was good fun with a kind nature. We had become very close over time, spending many a drunken night stumbling through the streets of London, he a lot drunker than me, I’ll always remember his lovely warm glowing cheeks, his arm slung over my shoulder, other arm waving in the air, slurring a song into the black night.

 

After a couple of months of hinting and subtle questioning from my side, he had confessed to me that he was actually the manager of a well-known group of musicians. I had laughed and said yeah right, pretending, but my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment I had been waiting so patiently for. “What group?” I said with a giggle, it was hard but I had to hold myself back from shouting out, “is it the group of buskers at the tube station?” I mocked, still giggling.

 

“Come with me” he said, almost as if he was now on a mission. He grabbed my hand and marched me off, up the road, I could feel my blood beginning to bubble under the surface, “Oh my God”, I thought, “Oh my God!” We arrived at the alleyway facing the doors at the bottom, “this looks very grand indeed” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as I continued to tease him, but I could hardly wait to go inside, I was surely going to bolt from his grip and run up to the doors, banging, “let me in, let me in!”

 

I followed him up the stairs, I could hear chatting, laughing, piano keys being tinkled. It was bustling, and the atmosphere was electric. I was starting to shake a little as the excitement began to take hold of me, “keep it together” I kept chanting in my head. As we entered the room my eyes stared darting around frantically looking, “where is he?” Phil stood with his hands held out in front of him, as if to say “TA-DAA”, he had a most amused and smug look on his face. I smiled and blushed, my face was hot, and I knew I looked more like a sun-dried tomato than a cool cucumber. He scoffed, “may I introduce you to my friends?”, I searched the room still, and finally laid my eyes on him. He was lying lazily back on the couch next to Jonny, with his left leg draped over Jonny’s legs that were resting up on the table. They were talking, and laughing, and he ruffled Jonny’s hair. I smiled, his hair was curled over his ears, I noticed immediately how utterly stunning he was to look at in real life.

 

It felt for a second as if my jaw was hanging on the ground, and I quickly readied myself for the introductions, I couldn’t show my desperation, I had to look relaxed with it all. Phil introduced me to each person in the room, while I noticed out the corner of my eye that Chris and Jonny were still carrying on with each other on the couch – of course – why would they be interested in meeting this new person?

 

Eventually Chris looked up and we locked eyes, they were the most incredible blue and shone like sapphires, still gleaming from all the laughing with Jon. He stood up, still eyes locked with mine, and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Chris, nice to meet you, excuse the chaos in here, its not always like this” he laughed. Gosh, he was gorgeous. “This is Jonny-Boy,” he said with a cheeky grin.

 

I am not sure if I can explain how it all happened from there, but I had started, thanks to Phil, to spend most of my time with them since meeting them, backstage at concerts, casually in the studio, at after-parties, and just hanging out in general. They were a good bunch of guys and loads of fun to be around, even though I could sometimes feel some tension between them at times, especially when Chris was in one of his moods.

 

Over this time, Chris and I had developed a great friendship, he was so easy to get along with. He spent most of his time at the studio though, and I sometimes got the feeling that he felt perhaps a little lonely, and disconnected. He had revealed to me one evening that Gwyneth and the kids were away quite a lot, and he missed them terribly, he was quiet and sad while he spoke. “Why don’t we get something to eat, you can come to my flat if you want, and relax a bit, if you don’t want to go home” I suggested. He looked pleased with the suggestion and we left the studio, grabbed a take-away and headed to my place. He was laughing and joking now, I think that he may have been a little self-conscious that I had sensed his loneliness, glad that I had, but self-conscious none–the-less. Over the months of getting to know him, I had thought about how personal and private he was. I felt happy that he was comfortable enough to open up to me at times.

 

We had spent that night lying on my bed, talking and laughing. It felt like we were best friends, but yet there was an indescribable electricity between us, you could feel it around us, I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and a little shock in my stomach each time our hands brushed each others. Just before he had closed his eyes we had spent a moment just looking at each other, close up, face-to-face, searching each other’s faces, mouths, and eyes. He had gently touched my cheek with his thumb, just before he slipped off and once his eyes were closed, I gently kissed his forehead, breathing in the smell of his hair. He fell asleep facing me, and I had reminded myself again how beautiful he was.

 

3 weeks later

 

Chris had spent almost every night at my flat since then. I loved the way he made himself at home, it felt like I had known him forever. We would laugh, he had the most contagious laugh, at anything and everything. He could be so playful and silly at times. His eyes would sparkle and he would make faces while he spoke, then grin from ear to ear, and I loved every second of it. He had a wicked sense of humour and we would spend hours talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else, until he would fall asleep next to me on my bed.

 

He was intoxicating and flirtatious those times, his smell and breath would fill my head with dreams and fantasies. Sometimes I would just lie and stare at him, watching him sleep, his perfect face so close to mine, and I would smile. Was this real?

 

Other times he would come over and not say anything all night, he could be dark and moody, he would sulk and snap if I tried to interfere in his self deprecation. I figured during these times he must have had a bad day, and would lie low around him. “How could he be so self doubting?” I couldn’t understand it, and it would make me annoyed, but I knew he didn’t want to be alone. I was happy he was there regardless of his mood.

 

Those nights he wouldn’t sleep, I would awake during the night to hear him tinkering in the kitchen, or softly singing in the lounge, while quietly strumming my old guitar from high school.

 

Last night was one of those nights, I had just returned from the pub after meeting up with some old friends from varsity days. I had been bursting to tell them all night, but I knew that I couldn’t. What was to tell anyway, Oh, I know Chris Martin and he sleeps at my flat when he does not want to be alone. Right! For some reason thinking about it like that had angered me a little. But, I had found myself thinking about him the whole time, more so than I had before. Where was he? Who was he with? What time would he come? Would he come? My thoughts were bringing a sense of desperation with them, a feeling of urgency. I left early, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

 

He arrived, as I had hoped, but late. I was already in an irritable mood, him being late only made it worse, “where was he”, I thought, but he offered no explanation. He had not said two words to me it seemed. He was just staring blankly at the TV screen. I went to bed. “It’s one of those nights again”, I heard myself saying in my head, with a certain amount of antagonism. He said goodnight and attempted a smile – gosh, he was still so beautiful, even when he was like this.

 

I heard him during the night, pottering around the flat, and pacing up and down the passage past my bedroom door. When I woke in the morning, I found him in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring out the window at the grey rain coming down.

 

“Are you ok?” I hinted at him, I didn’t want an onslaught, just a yes or no. He turned to look at me, his eyes focused on mine. “I have to go,” he said putting the mug down, heading for the door. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I blurted out “Will I see you tonight?” as the words burst forth I wished I could take them back, we were friends, what did it matter if I did or didn’t, why the desperation?

 

“Not tonight” he said facing the door. My heart sank and I was left empty as he closed the door behind him.

 

Part Two to follow

 

Fantastic fantastic.

 

Keep going.

 

I love the stories where Chris is a bit messed up.

This is where things start to get juicy.

 

Schoolboys--Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

The sun was high in the sky, and despite the fact that it was Monday, I felt content. I was sitting outside with Will at lunchtime, figuring out whether or not I should ask for some of his food. I leaned over and took a fry from his plate, my hunger winning over my pride. “Move your hand, I want that one...” I muttered. Will moved his hand and gave me a look.

 

“Sure, help yourself.”

 

“Seriously?” I asked, hopeful.

 

“No.” he snapped, moving the plate away. He looked at my face and laughed. “I’m kidding, Guy.” he said softly, putting the plate down in front of me. I frowned and looked up at him.

 

“You didn’t seem like you were joking.” I said, stuffing a few fries in my mouth.

 

“I wasn’t,” he admitted, “but then I saw your face.”

 

“Oh, thanks, man!” I said sarcastically. I was shocked at some of the things I let myself say around him; things that would be considered ‘rude’. We’d only met a month ago, yet we were surprisingly comfortable around each other. It was the same with Jonny, but not Chris.

 

For some reason, I felt I had to act a bit differently around Chris. He just seemed more...delicate. When I had started talking about my old girlfriend once, he looked as if I were reading him an obituary. I’d shut myself up quickly, but I’d already gotten him into a foul mood. Chris was simply hard to talk to.

 

“Where are you driftin’ off to?” asked Will, popping another fry into his mouth.

 

“Oh, nowhere.” I replied. The moment I said it, I felt a hand ruffle my hair.

 

“Hey!” I snapped, lashing out at the offending hand. I heard Chris laugh above my head. “Chris!” I muttered. I’d only known him for a month, and I already disliked it when he did things like that.

 

“Oh, right. Your phobia of human contact.” he said, nudging me in the ribs as he sat down.

 

“Come on, Chris, don’t upset the poor child.” joked Will, playing along.

 

“Oh, shut up!” I growled.

 

“Okay, okay! No need to be so touchy, mate.” said Chris as he sat down.

 

“Touchy?” I scoffed. “You’re the one who’s touchy!” I leaned over and ran my hands through his hair. “Ooh, hair...it feels so good. I think I’m getting a hard-on...” My voice dripped with sarcasm, and Will rolled on the ground with laughter.

 

Chris, however, wasn’t amused. “Get the fuck off!” he snarled, shoving me in the stomach.

 

“Well, this is a change...” I snapped. Chris glared at me quite angrily and stood. I instinctively shrank back; I hadn’t expected him to get him this riled up. Will also seemed to realize that I’d hit a soft spot, and he tugged on Chris’s trouser leg.

 

“Hey, mate...come on...” he plead. “Sit.”

 

Chris tugged his leg out of Will’s hold and brushed past me, taking care not to touch me as he did. I stared after him, wondering what the hell I’d done that was so bad. Had I gone too far? Had I overreacted...or had he?

 

The rest of the day passed in a haze as I thought about what had happened between Chris and me. I felt like shit, honestly, and I didn’t know why. I figured it was probably because I didn’t know him too well, and I had taken his good nature for granted. I felt alienated from him, and it only increased my guilt, because I knew it was somehow my fault. Thinking that I might have lost a friend I’d only just gained made me withdrawn and miserable; more so than usual.

 

At my house, I threw my bag onto my bed and collapsed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. I just wanted to go home.

 

 

Great chapter! Poor Guy though :( I hate to see him sad, hopefully he and Chris will make up.

 

NEW FANFIC!!

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

 

Part One

I had met Phil after only 4 months since I moved from my hometown to London. I had made use of an employment agency and had quickly found a job in Kentish Town. Making friends in a new job is not always easy and I had put some effort into getting to know the people I worked with. Eventually I was given the nod, and invited out for drinks with a group from work. That’s how I met Phil, it was a small world indeed and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course, I never let on that I knew who he was, not wanting to seem over-eager to get to know him, but slowly after spending time in the same social circles we began to get to know each other better. We got along well, he was fascinated by my accent and would laugh at my pronunciation of words, “real sensitive”, I thought, but who cared, he was good fun with a kind nature. We had become very close over time, spending many a drunken night stumbling through the streets of London, he a lot drunker than me, I’ll always remember his lovely warm glowing cheeks, his arm slung over my shoulder, other arm waving in the air, slurring a song into the black night.

 

After a couple of months of hinting and subtle questioning from my side, he had confessed to me that he was actually the manager of a well-known group of musicians. I had laughed and said yeah right, pretending, but my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment I had been waiting so patiently for. “What group?” I said with a giggle, it was hard but I had to hold myself back from shouting out, “is it the group of buskers at the tube station?” I mocked, still giggling.

 

“Come with me” he said, almost as if he was now on a mission. He grabbed my hand and marched me off, up the road, I could feel my blood beginning to bubble under the surface, “Oh my God”, I thought, “Oh my God!” We arrived at the alleyway facing the doors at the bottom, “this looks very grand indeed” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as I continued to tease him, but I could hardly wait to go inside, I was surely going to bolt from his grip and run up to the doors, banging, “let me in, let me in!”

 

I followed him up the stairs, I could hear chatting, laughing, piano keys being tinkled. It was bustling, and the atmosphere was electric. I was starting to shake a little as the excitement began to take hold of me, “keep it together” I kept chanting in my head. As we entered the room my eyes stared darting around frantically looking, “where is he?” Phil stood with his hands held out in front of him, as if to say “TA-DAA”, he had a most amused and smug look on his face. I smiled and blushed, my face was hot, and I knew I looked more like a sun-dried tomato than a cool cucumber. He scoffed, “may I introduce you to my friends?”, I searched the room still, and finally laid my eyes on him. He was lying lazily back on the couch next to Jonny, with his left leg draped over Jonny’s legs that were resting up on the table. They were talking, and laughing, and he ruffled Jonny’s hair. I smiled, his hair was curled over his ears, I noticed immediately how utterly stunning he was to look at in real life.

 

It felt for a second as if my jaw was hanging on the ground, and I quickly readied myself for the introductions, I couldn’t show my desperation, I had to look relaxed with it all. Phil introduced me to each person in the room, while I noticed out the corner of my eye that Chris and Jonny were still carrying on with each other on the couch – of course – why would they be interested in meeting this new person?

 

Eventually Chris looked up and we locked eyes, they were the most incredible blue and shone like sapphires, still gleaming from all the laughing with Jon. He stood up, still eyes locked with mine, and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Chris, nice to meet you, excuse the chaos in here, its not always like this” he laughed. Gosh, he was gorgeous. “This is Jonny-Boy,” he said with a cheeky grin.

 

I am not sure if I can explain how it all happened from there, but I had started, thanks to Phil, to spend most of my time with them since meeting them, backstage at concerts, casually in the studio, at after-parties, and just hanging out in general. They were a good bunch of guys and loads of fun to be around, even though I could sometimes feel some tension between them at times, especially when Chris was in one of his moods.

 

Over this time, Chris and I had developed a great friendship, he was so easy to get along with. He spent most of his time at the studio though, and I sometimes got the feeling that he felt perhaps a little lonely, and disconnected. He had revealed to me one evening that Gwyneth and the kids were away quite a lot, and he missed them terribly, he was quiet and sad while he spoke. “Why don’t we get something to eat, you can come to my flat if you want, and relax a bit, if you don’t want to go home” I suggested. He looked pleased with the suggestion and we left the studio, grabbed a take-away and headed to my place. He was laughing and joking now, I think that he may have been a little self-conscious that I had sensed his loneliness, glad that I had, but self-conscious none–the-less. Over the months of getting to know him, I had thought about how personal and private he was. I felt happy that he was comfortable enough to open up to me at times.

 

We had spent that night lying on my bed, talking and laughing. It felt like we were best friends, but yet there was an indescribable electricity between us, you could feel it around us, I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and a little shock in my stomach each time our hands brushed each others. Just before he had closed his eyes we had spent a moment just looking at each other, close up, face-to-face, searching each other’s faces, mouths, and eyes. He had gently touched my cheek with his thumb, just before he slipped off and once his eyes were closed, I gently kissed his forehead, breathing in the smell of his hair. He fell asleep facing me, and I had reminded myself again how beautiful he was.

 

3 weeks later

 

Chris had spent almost every night at my flat since then. I loved the way he made himself at home, it felt like I had known him forever. We would laugh, he had the most contagious laugh, at anything and everything. He could be so playful and silly at times. His eyes would sparkle and he would make faces while he spoke, then grin from ear to ear, and I loved every second of it. He had a wicked sense of humour and we would spend hours talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else, until he would fall asleep next to me on my bed.

 

He was intoxicating and flirtatious those times, his smell and breath would fill my head with dreams and fantasies. Sometimes I would just lie and stare at him, watching him sleep, his perfect face so close to mine, and I would smile. Was this real?

 

Other times he would come over and not say anything all night, he could be dark and moody, he would sulk and snap if I tried to interfere in his self deprecation. I figured during these times he must have had a bad day, and would lie low around him. “How could he be so self doubting?” I couldn’t understand it, and it would make me annoyed, but I knew he didn’t want to be alone. I was happy he was there regardless of his mood.

 

Those nights he wouldn’t sleep, I would awake during the night to hear him tinkering in the kitchen, or softly singing in the lounge, while quietly strumming my old guitar from high school.

 

Last night was one of those nights, I had just returned from the pub after meeting up with some old friends from varsity days. I had been bursting to tell them all night, but I knew that I couldn’t. What was to tell anyway, Oh, I know Chris Martin and he sleeps at my flat when he does not want to be alone. Right! For some reason thinking about it like that had angered me a little. But, I had found myself thinking about him the whole time, more so than I had before. Where was he? Who was he with? What time would he come? Would he come? My thoughts were bringing a sense of desperation with them, a feeling of urgency. I left early, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

 

He arrived, as I had hoped, but late. I was already in an irritable mood, him being late only made it worse, “where was he”, I thought, but he offered no explanation. He had not said two words to me it seemed. He was just staring blankly at the TV screen. I went to bed. “It’s one of those nights again”, I heard myself saying in my head, with a certain amount of antagonism. He said goodnight and attempted a smile – gosh, he was still so beautiful, even when he was like this.

 

I heard him during the night, pottering around the flat, and pacing up and down the passage past my bedroom door. When I woke in the morning, I found him in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring out the window at the grey rain coming down.

 

“Are you ok?” I hinted at him, I didn’t want an onslaught, just a yes or no. He turned to look at me, his eyes focused on mine. “I have to go,” he said putting the mug down, heading for the door. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I blurted out “Will I see you tonight?” as the words burst forth I wished I could take them back, we were friends, what did it matter if I did or didn’t, why the desperation?

 

“Not tonight” he said facing the door. My heart sank and I was left empty as he closed the door behind him.

 

Part Two to follow

 

Very nice! Can't wait to see what happens next :dance:

This is where things start to get juicy.

 

Schoolboys--Chapter 7

 

 

 

Guy’s POV

 

The sun was high in the sky, and despite the fact that it was Monday, I felt content. I was sitting outside with Will at lunchtime, figuring out whether or not I should ask for some of his food. I leaned over and took a fry from his plate, my hunger winning over my pride. “Move your hand, I want that one...” I muttered. Will moved his hand and gave me a look.

 

“Sure, help yourself.”

 

“Seriously?” I asked, hopeful.

 

“No.” he snapped, moving the plate away. He looked at my face and laughed. “I’m kidding, Guy.” he said softly, putting the plate down in front of me. I frowned and looked up at him.

 

“You didn’t seem like you were joking.” I said, stuffing a few fries in my mouth.

 

“I wasn’t,” he admitted, “but then I saw your face.”

 

“Oh, thanks, man!” I said sarcastically. I was shocked at some of the things I let myself say around him; things that would be considered ‘rude’. We’d only met a month ago, yet we were surprisingly comfortable around each other. It was the same with Jonny, but not Chris.

 

For some reason, I felt I had to act a bit differently around Chris. He just seemed more...delicate. When I had started talking about my old girlfriend once, he looked as if I were reading him an obituary. I’d shut myself up quickly, but I’d already gotten him into a foul mood. Chris was simply hard to talk to.

 

“Where are you driftin’ off to?” asked Will, popping another fry into his mouth.

 

“Oh, nowhere.” I replied. The moment I said it, I felt a hand ruffle my hair.

 

“Hey!” I snapped, lashing out at the offending hand. I heard Chris laugh above my head. “Chris!” I muttered. I’d only known him for a month, and I already disliked it when he did things like that.

 

“Oh, right. Your phobia of human contact.” he said, nudging me in the ribs as he sat down.

 

“Come on, Chris, don’t upset the poor child.” joked Will, playing along.

 

“Oh, shut up!” I growled.

 

“Okay, okay! No need to be so touchy, mate.” said Chris as he sat down.

 

“Touchy?” I scoffed. “You’re the one who’s touchy!” I leaned over and ran my hands through his hair. “Ooh, hair...it feels so good. I think I’m getting a hard-on...” My voice dripped with sarcasm, and Will rolled on the ground with laughter.

 

Chris, however, wasn’t amused. “Get the fuck off!” he snarled, shoving me in the stomach.

 

“Well, this is a change...” I snapped. Chris glared at me quite angrily and stood. I instinctively shrank back; I hadn’t expected him to get him this riled up. Will also seemed to realize that I’d hit a soft spot, and he tugged on Chris’s trouser leg.

 

“Hey, mate...come on...” he plead. “Sit.”

 

Chris tugged his leg out of Will’s hold and brushed past me, taking care not to touch me as he did. I stared after him, wondering what the hell I’d done that was so bad. Had I gone too far? Had I overreacted...or had he?

 

The rest of the day passed in a haze as I thought about what had happened between Chris and me. I felt like shit, honestly, and I didn’t know why. I figured it was probably because I didn’t know him too well, and I had taken his good nature for granted. I felt alienated from him, and it only increased my guilt, because I knew it was somehow my fault. Thinking that I might have lost a friend I’d only just gained made me withdrawn and miserable; more so than usual.

 

At my house, I threw my bag onto my bed and collapsed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. I just wanted to go home.

 

 

 

 

 

I also love the relationship thing you have going on with Chris and Guy!!!

 

nicely done :wacky: !!

NEW FANFIC!!

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

Part Two to follow

Thanks CAJMAnon!!!

I hope you don't wait too long with posting the next part - I'm curious what will happen next!! :)

PART TWO - "Working Title"

 

One more to follow.

 

 

In the shower that morning it was hard to differentiate between what was water streaming down my face and what were tears, except for the taste of salt washing over my lips. “What had happened?” I thought, over and over, his face was burned into my thoughts, I couldn’t think of anything else but him, his voice, his smile, his eyes, his smell, all just made it worse. He had been like that often at times, at my place, but by the morning he was his normal self again, always ready with a mug of tea, a smile and wink when I woke up, his way of saying sorry for his attitude the night before. I always thought he was so sweet and bashful the next day, “you don’t have to apologise for anything, ever” I used to think to myself.

 

This time it was different. He had left, as though he was being chased, not looking back, too afraid to see me. “What the hell?” I sobbed. Then it came to me like an earthquake, followed by a shockwave of nausea – “he knows”, I tremorred, tears came flooding, “he’s realized that I’m completely and utterly in love with him, and he’s run for the hills”. My heart shattered into a million shards, as I slumped to the shower floor, hands covering my face, crying out aloud.

 

It was Phil on the phone, I was pleased to hear his voice, we had not spoken much in the past few days, nobody’s fault, we had just been busy. We caught up as if we had spoken to each other only a few minutes before, and he made me laugh, as usual. I was glad to have him as a friend. I never mentioned Chris’ name, even though I was desperate to speak about him. “Just leave it!” I ordered myself.

 

“Don’t forget about tonight”, Phil hurriedly said, as our conversation was drawing to a close.

I stuttered, “Um, I’m probably not going to make it, I have a..”

“Shut it!” Phil snapped, there was a deafening pause both ends of the phone, then, “don’t let Chris get in between your relationship with the rest of us” he said gently.

I said nothing. “So we’ll see you tonight” he reiterated, as though what just happened had never.

“Ok”.

 

Tonight was a pre-concert party at the Bakery, for friends and family only. I had really been looking forward to it, but now I wasn’t so sure. Had Chris meant that I shouldn’t come when he had spoken those words to me this morning, or just that he wouldn’t be spending the night with me? I was hurt, confused and unsure, but Phil was right, I wasn’t going to let this ruin my friendship with the others. “Chris is not everything!” I had sneered to myself, but I knew deep down, in fact he was.

 

The atmosphere at the studio was buzzing and festive. It would be their first live appearance in a couple of months, after spending some time in the studio. The air was filled with excitement, this was what they did this for, it was clear to me. Everyone was in high spirits and loud chatter and laughter filled the room. I had given myself a good talking to before I arrived, “just be cool”, I reminded myself, but to my surprise, and disappointment, Chris was not there. I had wanted to ask, but thought better not to, for fear of looking desperate, and I was sure that my feelings for him were written in black permanent marker all over my forehead.

 

I was standing with Phil and Guy, Guy was talking about his trip to Australia, he was trying to do a take-off of the accent, not very well, we were highly amused. I was so glad that I had decided to come, it was a great evening, and I had all but forgotten about Chris and this morning. I had shaken it off, I must have just been over-sensitive. It was then that they arrived. Gwyneth clutching his hand, and sweeping into the room as though we had all been waiting for her. He was smiling broadly and said hello to everyone, the guys ragged him for being late, as guys do, “we understand”, they laughed, eyebrows arching, hinting and winking. “Shut-up!” I wanted to scream, and felt my face redden.

 

He walked straight past me, with Gwyneth still attached, he didn’t even glance my way. I wanted to stop him and just grab him, but instead, simply looked to the ground, again heart in ruins. Phil put his arm around me and squeezed a little, “get a drink”, he whispered, and smiled warmly.

 

The rest of the evening went past slowly. Time flies when you are having fun, not so when you’re hanging on every second for some kind of recognition, anything – nothing. Eventually the champagne started to take effect, and I felt like I needed some air. I opened the doors to the small balcony, and stepped out into the crisp night, closing them behind me. The rain had stopped for a moment, and it was strangely clear, I looked out over the streets and shivered. “He was in there” I thought, “acting like he doesn’t even know me, now that she’s around!” I was angry and wounded. I realized now why I wouldn’t be seeing him later, I was instantly filled with jealousy, it raged up inside me like a tidal wave, and then subsided. “I know there was a connection between us, I could feel it” I pleaded with myself, “but he just needed a friend, that’s all, you stupid! Why did you have to fall for him so hard, you’ve ruined everything, you fucking stupid!” The pools were gathering in my eyes again, “but I didn’t do anything? I didn’t make a move or show him” I tried to argue, “it wasn’t me”, I tried to convince myself.

 

Just then I heard the doors open and close quietly.

 

“Hey”, his soft voice crept up behind me, gently wrapping itself around my neck, I felt choked, I couldn’t speak. I turned to face him, losing my breath at the sight of him. How exquisite a creature he was as he stood there on the moonlit balcony. His tall, slender frame, silhouetted, I could see his eyes glinting in the light, he was staring straight at me, I was mesmerized by him. He was so beautiful, but somehow, dispirited, tender. We were caught up in each others gaze, and I managed to lift my legs of lead, and stepped closer to him, my heart was racing, and I felt heated, my hands became clammy.

 

He stepped closer too, and I was slightly taken aback. He smiled tenderly and his teeth glinted in the light.

 

“Chris?” Gwyneth came crashing through the moment. I stopped in my tracks. He turned to her instantly, “Hi Love,” he said, the look on his face disappeared in a second, “have you guys met?” he grinned. He introduced us, she looked me over, and gave me quick up and down.

 

“Lets go”, she said, he put his arm around her and went back inside. I felt sick.

 

I didn’t go to the concert, home felt more inviting after that. “If I never see you again, it will be too soon” I sobbed to myself, faced down on my bed. I had become good at lying to myself.

 

PART TWO - "Working Title"

 

One more to follow.

 

 

In the shower that morning it was hard to differentiate between what was water streaming down my face and what were tears, except for the taste of salt washing over my lips. “What had happened?” I thought, over and over, his face was burned into my thoughts, I couldn’t think of anything else but him, his voice, his smile, his eyes, his smell, all just made it worse. He had been like that often at times, at my place, but by the morning he was his normal self again, always ready with a mug of tea, a smile and wink when I woke up, his way of saying sorry for his attitude the night before. I always thought he was so sweet and bashful the next day, “you don’t have to apologise for anything, ever” I used to think to myself.

 

This time it was different. He had left, as though he was being chased, not looking back, too afraid to see me. “What the hell?” I sobbed. Then it came to me like an earthquake, followed by a shockwave of nausea – “he knows”, I tremorred, tears came flooding, “he’s realized that I’m completely and utterly in love with him, and he’s run for the hills”. My heart shattered into a million shards, as I slumped to the shower floor, hands covering my face, crying out aloud.

 

It was Phil on the phone, I was pleased to hear his voice, we had not spoken much in the past few days, nobody’s fault, we had just been busy. We caught up as if we had spoken to each other only a few minutes before, and he made me laugh, as usual. I was glad to have him as a friend. I never mentioned Chris’ name, even though I was desperate to speak about him. “Just leave it!” I ordered myself.

 

“Don’t forget about tonight”, Phil hurriedly said, as our conversation was drawing to a close.

I stuttered, “Um, I’m probably not going to make it, I have a..”

“Shut it!” Phil snapped, there was a deafening pause both ends of the phone, then, “don’t let Chris get in between your relationship with the rest of us” he said gently.

I said nothing. “So we’ll see you tonight” he reiterated, as though what just happened had never.

“Ok”.

 

Tonight was a pre-concert party at the Bakery, for friends and family only. I had really been looking forward to it, but now I wasn’t so sure. Had Chris meant that I shouldn’t come when he had spoken those words to me this morning, or just that he wouldn’t be spending the night with me? I was hurt, confused and unsure, but Phil was right, I wasn’t going to let this ruin my friendship with the others. “Chris is not everything!” I had sneered to myself, but I knew deep down, in fact he was.

 

The atmosphere at the studio was buzzing and festive. It would be their first live appearance in a couple of months, after spending some time in the studio. The air was filled with excitement, this was what they did this for, it was clear to me. Everyone was in high spirits and loud chatter and laughter filled the room. I had given myself a good talking to before I arrived, “just be cool”, I reminded myself, but to my surprise, and disappointment, Chris was not there. I had wanted to ask, but thought better not to, for fear of looking desperate, and I was sure that my feelings for him were written in black permanent marker all over my forehead.

 

I was standing with Phil and Guy, Guy was talking about his trip to Australia, he was trying to do a take-off of the accent, not very well, we were highly amused. I was so glad that I had decided to come, it was a great evening, and I had all but forgotten about Chris and this morning. I had shaken it off, I must have just been over-sensitive. It was then that they arrived. Gwyneth clutching his hand, and sweeping into the room as though we had all been waiting for her. He was smiling broadly and said hello to everyone, the guys ragged him for being late, as guys do, “we understand”, they laughed, eyebrows arching, hinting and winking. “Shut-up!” I wanted to scream, and felt my face redden.

 

He walked straight past me, with Gwyneth still attached, he didn’t even glance my way. I wanted to stop him and just grab him, but instead, simply looked to the ground, again heart in ruins. Phil put his arm around me and squeezed a little, “get a drink”, he whispered, and smiled warmly.

 

The rest of the evening went past slowly. Time flies when you are having fun, not so when you’re hanging on every second for some kind of recognition, anything – nothing. Eventually the champagne started to take effect, and I felt like I needed some air. I opened the doors to the small balcony, and stepped out into the crisp night, closing them behind me. The rain had stopped for a moment, and it was strangely clear, I looked out over the streets and shivered. “He was in there” I thought, “acting like he doesn’t even know me, now that she’s around!” I was angry and wounded. I realized now why I wouldn’t be seeing him later, I was instantly filled with jealousy, it raged up inside me like a tidal wave, and then subsided. “I know there was a connection between us, I could feel it” I pleaded with myself, “but he just needed a friend, that’s all, you stupid! Why did you have to fall for him so hard, you’ve ruined everything, you fucking stupid!” The pools were gathering in my eyes again, “but I didn’t do anything? I didn’t make a move or show him” I tried to argue, “it wasn’t me”, I tried to convince myself.

 

Just then I heard the doors open and close quietly.

 

“Hey”, his soft voice crept up behind me, gently wrapping itself around my neck, I felt choked, I couldn’t speak. I turned to face him, losing my breath at the sight of him. How exquisite a creature he was as he stood there on the moonlit balcony. His tall, slender frame, silhouetted, I could see his eyes glinting in the light, he was staring straight at me, I was mesmerized by him. He was so beautiful, but somehow, dispirited, tender. We were caught up in each others gaze, and I managed to lift my legs of lead, and stepped closer to him, my heart was racing, and I felt heated, my hands became clammy.

 

He stepped closer too, and I was slightly taken aback. He smiled tenderly and his teeth glinted in the light.

 

“Chris?” Gwyneth came crashing through the moment. I stopped in my tracks. He turned to her instantly, “Hi Love,” he said, the look on his face disappeared in a second, “have you guys met?” he grinned. He introduced us, she looked me over, and gave me quick up and down.

 

“Lets go”, she said, he put his arm around her and went back inside. I felt sick.

 

I didn’t go to the concert, home felt more inviting after that. “If I never see you again, it will be too soon” I sobbed to myself, faced down on my bed. I had become good at lying to myself.

 

 

That's so so great!!Nice job!

PART TWO - "Working Title"

 

One more to follow.

 

 

In the shower that morning it was hard to differentiate between what was water streaming down my face and what were tears, except for the taste of salt washing over my lips. “What had happened?” I thought, over and over, his face was burned into my thoughts, I couldn’t think of anything else but him, his voice, his smile, his eyes, his smell, all just made it worse. He had been like that often at times, at my place, but by the morning he was his normal self again, always ready with a mug of tea, a smile and wink when I woke up, his way of saying sorry for his attitude the night before. I always thought he was so sweet and bashful the next day, “you don’t have to apologise for anything, ever” I used to think to myself.

 

This time it was different. He had left, as though he was being chased, not looking back, too afraid to see me. “What the hell?” I sobbed. Then it came to me like an earthquake, followed by a shockwave of nausea – “he knows”, I tremorred, tears came flooding, “he’s realized that I’m completely and utterly in love with him, and he’s run for the hills”. My heart shattered into a million shards, as I slumped to the shower floor, hands covering my face, crying out aloud.

 

It was Phil on the phone, I was pleased to hear his voice, we had not spoken much in the past few days, nobody’s fault, we had just been busy. We caught up as if we had spoken to each other only a few minutes before, and he made me laugh, as usual. I was glad to have him as a friend. I never mentioned Chris’ name, even though I was desperate to speak about him. “Just leave it!” I ordered myself.

 

“Don’t forget about tonight”, Phil hurriedly said, as our conversation was drawing to a close.

I stuttered, “Um, I’m probably not going to make it, I have a..”

“Shut it!” Phil snapped, there was a deafening pause both ends of the phone, then, “don’t let Chris get in between your relationship with the rest of us” he said gently.

I said nothing. “So we’ll see you tonight” he reiterated, as though what just happened had never.

“Ok”.

 

Tonight was a pre-concert party at the Bakery, for friends and family only. I had really been looking forward to it, but now I wasn’t so sure. Had Chris meant that I shouldn’t come when he had spoken those words to me this morning, or just that he wouldn’t be spending the night with me? I was hurt, confused and unsure, but Phil was right, I wasn’t going to let this ruin my friendship with the others. “Chris is not everything!” I had sneered to myself, but I knew deep down, in fact he was.

 

The atmosphere at the studio was buzzing and festive. It would be their first live appearance in a couple of months, after spending some time in the studio. The air was filled with excitement, this was what they did this for, it was clear to me. Everyone was in high spirits and loud chatter and laughter filled the room. I had given myself a good talking to before I arrived, “just be cool”, I reminded myself, but to my surprise, and disappointment, Chris was not there. I had wanted to ask, but thought better not to, for fear of looking desperate, and I was sure that my feelings for him were written in black permanent marker all over my forehead.

 

I was standing with Phil and Guy, Guy was talking about his trip to Australia, he was trying to do a take-off of the accent, not very well, we were highly amused. I was so glad that I had decided to come, it was a great evening, and I had all but forgotten about Chris and this morning. I had shaken it off, I must have just been over-sensitive. It was then that they arrived. Gwyneth clutching his hand, and sweeping into the room as though we had all been waiting for her. He was smiling broadly and said hello to everyone, the guys ragged him for being late, as guys do, “we understand”, they laughed, eyebrows arching, hinting and winking. “Shut-up!” I wanted to scream, and felt my face redden.

 

He walked straight past me, with Gwyneth still attached, he didn’t even glance my way. I wanted to stop him and just grab him, but instead, simply looked to the ground, again heart in ruins. Phil put his arm around me and squeezed a little, “get a drink”, he whispered, and smiled warmly.

 

The rest of the evening went past slowly. Time flies when you are having fun, not so when you’re hanging on every second for some kind of recognition, anything – nothing. Eventually the champagne started to take effect, and I felt like I needed some air. I opened the doors to the small balcony, and stepped out into the crisp night, closing them behind me. The rain had stopped for a moment, and it was strangely clear, I looked out over the streets and shivered. “He was in there” I thought, “acting like he doesn’t even know me, now that she’s around!” I was angry and wounded. I realized now why I wouldn’t be seeing him later, I was instantly filled with jealousy, it raged up inside me like a tidal wave, and then subsided. “I know there was a connection between us, I could feel it” I pleaded with myself, “but he just needed a friend, that’s all, you stupid! Why did you have to fall for him so hard, you’ve ruined everything, you fucking stupid!” The pools were gathering in my eyes again, “but I didn’t do anything? I didn’t make a move or show him” I tried to argue, “it wasn’t me”, I tried to convince myself.

 

Just then I heard the doors open and close quietly.

 

“Hey”, his soft voice crept up behind me, gently wrapping itself around my neck, I felt choked, I couldn’t speak. I turned to face him, losing my breath at the sight of him. How exquisite a creature he was as he stood there on the moonlit balcony. His tall, slender frame, silhouetted, I could see his eyes glinting in the light, he was staring straight at me, I was mesmerized by him. He was so beautiful, but somehow, dispirited, tender. We were caught up in each others gaze, and I managed to lift my legs of lead, and stepped closer to him, my heart was racing, and I felt heated, my hands became clammy.

 

He stepped closer too, and I was slightly taken aback. He smiled tenderly and his teeth glinted in the light.

 

“Chris?” Gwyneth came crashing through the moment. I stopped in my tracks. He turned to her instantly, “Hi Love,” he said, the look on his face disappeared in a second, “have you guys met?” he grinned. He introduced us, she looked me over, and gave me quick up and down.

 

“Lets go”, she said, he put his arm around her and went back inside. I felt sick.

 

I didn’t go to the concert, home felt more inviting after that. “If I never see you again, it will be too soon” I sobbed to myself, faced down on my bed. I had become good at lying to myself.

 

 

Really really good!!!! Love It!!!!!!!

PART TWO - "Working Title"

 

One more to follow.

 

 

In the shower that morning it was hard to differentiate between what was water streaming down my face and what were tears, except for the taste of salt washing over my lips. “What had happened?” I thought, over and over, his face was burned into my thoughts, I couldn’t think of anything else but him, his voice, his smile, his eyes, his smell, all just made it worse. He had been like that often at times, at my place, but by the morning he was his normal self again, always ready with a mug of tea, a smile and wink when I woke up, his way of saying sorry for his attitude the night before. I always thought he was so sweet and bashful the next day, “you don’t have to apologise for anything, ever” I used to think to myself.

 

This time it was different. He had left, as though he was being chased, not looking back, too afraid to see me. “What the hell?” I sobbed. Then it came to me like an earthquake, followed by a shockwave of nausea – “he knows”, I tremorred, tears came flooding, “he’s realized that I’m completely and utterly in love with him, and he’s run for the hills”. My heart shattered into a million shards, as I slumped to the shower floor, hands covering my face, crying out aloud.

 

It was Phil on the phone, I was pleased to hear his voice, we had not spoken much in the past few days, nobody’s fault, we had just been busy. We caught up as if we had spoken to each other only a few minutes before, and he made me laugh, as usual. I was glad to have him as a friend. I never mentioned Chris’ name, even though I was desperate to speak about him. “Just leave it!” I ordered myself.

 

“Don’t forget about tonight”, Phil hurriedly said, as our conversation was drawing to a close.

I stuttered, “Um, I’m probably not going to make it, I have a..”

“Shut it!” Phil snapped, there was a deafening pause both ends of the phone, then, “don’t let Chris get in between your relationship with the rest of us” he said gently.

I said nothing. “So we’ll see you tonight” he reiterated, as though what just happened had never.

“Ok”.

 

Tonight was a pre-concert party at the Bakery, for friends and family only. I had really been looking forward to it, but now I wasn’t so sure. Had Chris meant that I shouldn’t come when he had spoken those words to me this morning, or just that he wouldn’t be spending the night with me? I was hurt, confused and unsure, but Phil was right, I wasn’t going to let this ruin my friendship with the others. “Chris is not everything!” I had sneered to myself, but I knew deep down, in fact he was.

 

The atmosphere at the studio was buzzing and festive. It would be their first live appearance in a couple of months, after spending some time in the studio. The air was filled with excitement, this was what they did this for, it was clear to me. Everyone was in high spirits and loud chatter and laughter filled the room. I had given myself a good talking to before I arrived, “just be cool”, I reminded myself, but to my surprise, and disappointment, Chris was not there. I had wanted to ask, but thought better not to, for fear of looking desperate, and I was sure that my feelings for him were written in black permanent marker all over my forehead.

 

I was standing with Phil and Guy, Guy was talking about his trip to Australia, he was trying to do a take-off of the accent, not very well, we were highly amused. I was so glad that I had decided to come, it was a great evening, and I had all but forgotten about Chris and this morning. I had shaken it off, I must have just been over-sensitive. It was then that they arrived. Gwyneth clutching his hand, and sweeping into the room as though we had all been waiting for her. He was smiling broadly and said hello to everyone, the guys ragged him for being late, as guys do, “we understand”, they laughed, eyebrows arching, hinting and winking. “Shut-up!” I wanted to scream, and felt my face redden.

 

He walked straight past me, with Gwyneth still attached, he didn’t even glance my way. I wanted to stop him and just grab him, but instead, simply looked to the ground, again heart in ruins. Phil put his arm around me and squeezed a little, “get a drink”, he whispered, and smiled warmly.

 

The rest of the evening went past slowly. Time flies when you are having fun, not so when you’re hanging on every second for some kind of recognition, anything – nothing. Eventually the champagne started to take effect, and I felt like I needed some air. I opened the doors to the small balcony, and stepped out into the crisp night, closing them behind me. The rain had stopped for a moment, and it was strangely clear, I looked out over the streets and shivered. “He was in there” I thought, “acting like he doesn’t even know me, now that she’s around!” I was angry and wounded. I realized now why I wouldn’t be seeing him later, I was instantly filled with jealousy, it raged up inside me like a tidal wave, and then subsided. “I know there was a connection between us, I could feel it” I pleaded with myself, “but he just needed a friend, that’s all, you stupid! Why did you have to fall for him so hard, you’ve ruined everything, you fucking stupid!” The pools were gathering in my eyes again, “but I didn’t do anything? I didn’t make a move or show him” I tried to argue, “it wasn’t me”, I tried to convince myself.

 

Just then I heard the doors open and close quietly.

 

“Hey”, his soft voice crept up behind me, gently wrapping itself around my neck, I felt choked, I couldn’t speak. I turned to face him, losing my breath at the sight of him. How exquisite a creature he was as he stood there on the moonlit balcony. His tall, slender frame, silhouetted, I could see his eyes glinting in the light, he was staring straight at me, I was mesmerized by him. He was so beautiful, but somehow, dispirited, tender. We were caught up in each others gaze, and I managed to lift my legs of lead, and stepped closer to him, my heart was racing, and I felt heated, my hands became clammy.

 

He stepped closer too, and I was slightly taken aback. He smiled tenderly and his teeth glinted in the light.

 

“Chris?” Gwyneth came crashing through the moment. I stopped in my tracks. He turned to her instantly, “Hi Love,” he said, the look on his face disappeared in a second, “have you guys met?” he grinned. He introduced us, she looked me over, and gave me quick up and down.

 

“Lets go”, she said, he put his arm around her and went back inside. I felt sick.

 

I didn’t go to the concert, home felt more inviting after that. “If I never see you again, it will be too soon” I sobbed to myself, faced down on my bed. I had become good at lying to myself.

I love your style of writing!

Can't wait for the next part now...

It's great! :clap:

i love it xxx

Amazing :D I am VERY jealous of your skills. lol

Hmm. Ok.

I really like the way this is written and the somewhat ambiguous beginning, but I don't in anyway relate to or feel bad for your main character. All I keep thinking is that she's acting like Chris doesn't have a wife and two kids and brought her heartsickness upon herself. I can't bring myself to like this Chris either for leading her on.

 

Despite those things I look foward to the next chapter. :)

^ I strangely have the feeling that she is a he :laugh3:

 

dunno, I guess I'm just too slashy, oh well.

 

CAJMAnon, as I said to you before, keep it up, I'm literally breathing in every sentence you write :lol: Your writing-style is georgeous and builds up an interesting and fierce atmosphere.

NEW FANFIC!! "Working Title"

 

Here goes...the first of some more, if received well -

 

 

Part One

I had met Phil after only 4 months since I moved from my hometown to London. I had made use of an employment agency and had quickly found a job in Kentish Town. Making friends in a new job is not always easy and I had put some effort into getting to know the people I worked with. Eventually I was given the nod, and invited out for drinks with a group from work. That’s how I met Phil, it was a small world indeed and I couldn’t believe my luck. Of course, I never let on that I knew who he was, not wanting to seem over-eager to get to know him, but slowly after spending time in the same social circles we began to get to know each other better. We got along well, he was fascinated by my accent and would laugh at my pronunciation of words, “real sensitive”, I thought, but who cared, he was good fun with a kind nature. We had become very close over time, spending many a drunken night stumbling through the streets of London, he a lot drunker than me, I’ll always remember his lovely warm glowing cheeks, his arm slung over my shoulder, other arm waving in the air, slurring a song into the black night.

 

After a couple of months of hinting and subtle questioning from my side, he had confessed to me that he was actually the manager of a well-known group of musicians. I had laughed and said yeah right, pretending, but my heart skipped a beat. This was the moment I had been waiting so patiently for. “What group?” I said with a giggle, it was hard but I had to hold myself back from shouting out, “is it the group of buskers at the tube station?” I mocked, still giggling.

 

“Come with me” he said, almost as if he was now on a mission. He grabbed my hand and marched me off, up the road, I could feel my blood beginning to bubble under the surface, “Oh my God”, I thought, “Oh my God!” We arrived at the alleyway facing the doors at the bottom, “this looks very grand indeed” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as I continued to tease him, but I could hardly wait to go inside, I was surely going to bolt from his grip and run up to the doors, banging, “let me in, let me in!”

 

I followed him up the stairs, I could hear chatting, laughing, piano keys being tinkled. It was bustling, and the atmosphere was electric. I was starting to shake a little as the excitement began to take hold of me, “keep it together” I kept chanting in my head. As we entered the room my eyes stared darting around frantically looking, “where is he?” Phil stood with his hands held out in front of him, as if to say “TA-DAA”, he had a most amused and smug look on his face. I smiled and blushed, my face was hot, and I knew I looked more like a sun-dried tomato than a cool cucumber. He scoffed, “may I introduce you to my friends?”, I searched the room still, and finally laid my eyes on him. He was lying lazily back on the couch next to Jonny, with his left leg draped over Jonny’s legs that were resting up on the table. They were talking, and laughing, and he ruffled Jonny’s hair. I smiled, his hair was curled over his ears, I noticed immediately how utterly stunning he was to look at in real life.

 

It felt for a second as if my jaw was hanging on the ground, and I quickly readied myself for the introductions, I couldn’t show my desperation, I had to look relaxed with it all. Phil introduced me to each person in the room, while I noticed out the corner of my eye that Chris and Jonny were still carrying on with each other on the couch – of course – why would they be interested in meeting this new person?

 

Eventually Chris looked up and we locked eyes, they were the most incredible blue and shone like sapphires, still gleaming from all the laughing with Jon. He stood up, still eyes locked with mine, and held out his hand “Hi, I’m Chris, nice to meet you, excuse the chaos in here, its not always like this” he laughed. Gosh, he was gorgeous. “This is Jonny-Boy,” he said with a cheeky grin.

 

I am not sure if I can explain how it all happened from there, but I had started, thanks to Phil, to spend most of my time with them since meeting them, backstage at concerts, casually in the studio, at after-parties, and just hanging out in general. They were a good bunch of guys and loads of fun to be around, even though I could sometimes feel some tension between them at times, especially when Chris was in one of his moods.

 

Over this time, Chris and I had developed a great friendship, he was so easy to get along with. He spent most of his time at the studio though, and I sometimes got the feeling that he felt perhaps a little lonely, and disconnected. He had revealed to me one evening that Gwyneth and the kids were away quite a lot, and he missed them terribly, he was quiet and sad while he spoke. “Why don’t we get something to eat, you can come to my flat if you want, and relax a bit, if you don’t want to go home” I suggested. He looked pleased with the suggestion and we left the studio, grabbed a take-away and headed to my place. He was laughing and joking now, I think that he may have been a little self-conscious that I had sensed his loneliness, glad that I had, but self-conscious none–the-less. Over the months of getting to know him, I had thought about how personal and private he was. I felt happy that he was comfortable enough to open up to me at times.

 

We had spent that night lying on my bed, talking and laughing. It felt like we were best friends, but yet there was an indescribable electricity between us, you could feel it around us, I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, and a little shock in my stomach each time our hands brushed each others. Just before he had closed his eyes we had spent a moment just looking at each other, close up, face-to-face, searching each other’s faces, mouths, and eyes. He had gently touched my cheek with his thumb, just before he slipped off and once his eyes were closed, I gently kissed his forehead, breathing in the smell of his hair. He fell asleep facing me, and I had reminded myself again how beautiful he was.

 

3 weeks later

 

Chris had spent almost every night at my flat since then. I loved the way he made himself at home, it felt like I had known him forever. We would laugh, he had the most contagious laugh, at anything and everything. He could be so playful and silly at times. His eyes would sparkle and he would make faces while he spoke, then grin from ear to ear, and I loved every second of it. He had a wicked sense of humour and we would spend hours talking about life, music, traveling, friends, and everything else, until he would fall asleep next to me on my bed.

 

He was intoxicating and flirtatious those times, his smell and breath would fill my head with dreams and fantasies. Sometimes I would just lie and stare at him, watching him sleep, his perfect face so close to mine, and I would smile. Was this real?

 

Other times he would come over and not say anything all night, he could be dark and moody, he would sulk and snap if I tried to interfere in his self deprecation. I figured during these times he must have had a bad day, and would lie low around him. “How could he be so self doubting?” I couldn’t understand it, and it would make me annoyed, but I knew he didn’t want to be alone. I was happy he was there regardless of his mood.

 

Those nights he wouldn’t sleep, I would awake during the night to hear him tinkering in the kitchen, or softly singing in the lounge, while quietly strumming my old guitar from high school.

 

Last night was one of those nights, I had just returned from the pub after meeting up with some old friends from varsity days. I had been bursting to tell them all night, but I knew that I couldn’t. What was to tell anyway, Oh, I know Chris Martin and he sleeps at my flat when he does not want to be alone. Right! For some reason thinking about it like that had angered me a little. But, I had found myself thinking about him the whole time, more so than I had before. Where was he? Who was he with? What time would he come? Would he come? My thoughts were bringing a sense of desperation with them, a feeling of urgency. I left early, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.

 

He arrived, as I had hoped, but late. I was already in an irritable mood, him being late only made it worse, “where was he”, I thought, but he offered no explanation. He had not said two words to me it seemed. He was just staring blankly at the TV screen. I went to bed. “It’s one of those nights again”, I heard myself saying in my head, with a certain amount of antagonism. He said goodnight and attempted a smile – gosh, he was still so beautiful, even when he was like this.

 

I heard him during the night, pottering around the flat, and pacing up and down the passage past my bedroom door. When I woke in the morning, I found him in the kitchen, both hands wrapped around an empty mug, staring out the window at the grey rain coming down.

 

“Are you ok?” I hinted at him, I didn’t want an onslaught, just a yes or no. He turned to look at me, his eyes focused on mine. “I have to go,” he said putting the mug down, heading for the door. A sudden shiver ran down my spine, and I blurted out “Will I see you tonight?” as the words burst forth I wished I could take them back, we were friends, what did it matter if I did or didn’t, why the desperation?

 

“Not tonight” he said facing the door. My heart sank and I was left empty as he closed the door behind him.

 

Part Two to follow

 

Thanks for sharing, this is reaaaaaaaaly good, and I love your username:)

 

I liked your story too Tracey;)

^ I strangely have the feeling that she is a he :laugh3:

 

dunno, I guess I'm just too slashy, oh well.

 

CAJMAnon, as I said to you before, keep it up, I'm literally breathing in every sentence you write :lol: Your writing-style is georgeous and builds up an interesting and fierce atmosphere.

 

 

Bhahahaha I thought that too. Great writing tho!!!! After reading her's I don't wanna write anymore, mine is just shit, to her's. LOL

Thanks for sharing, this is reaaaaaaaaly good, and I love your username:)

 

I liked your story too Tracey;)

 

Thank-You very much.. Everythings Not Lost's next part coming soon.:)

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Oh.

Well then, now that you've said that it kind of makes sense...strange that I didn't think of that after reading every C/J slash story on the fanfic list in the last two weeks...hmmm.

*goes back to re-read*

:shocked2:

Oh.

Well then, now that you've said that it kind of makes sense...strange that I didn't think of that after reading every C/J slash story on the fanfic list in the last two weeks...hmmm.

*goes back to re-read*

 

 

 

:laugh3::laugh3::D:wink3::sweatdrop:

Kirsten, Great story, am sad only one more chapter. Thanks for the great ride thru your writings these pasts months!!!!

I haven't exactly named this story yet, and I'm pretty new to the whole FanFic thing, but here's Part One of the story with no name. Yay!

 

 

 

I sighed as I walked towards the car. My first ever concert…and it was a Coldplay concert! I wanted to scream, but knew that it might just annoy all the other sleepy fans.

 

“See you Monday!” Rachel called as she hopped into her Toyota, which was parked next to me.

 

“Let’s hope we fall asleep by then!” I hollered back. She laughed and closed her door, so I did the same.

 

The concert had been amazing. There was so much life and energy within the whole production, it was no wonder I was so tired! My mind traveled back through all the images of the performance as I sped down the highway. Rachel and I had won front row seats from a local station, and could see every expression and every movement the each Coldplay member perfectly.

 

I closed my eyes and imagined each face clearly, and when I opened them, I saw something moving across the road.

 

My foot hit the break pedal, and my car slid to a stop in the middle of the highway. I checked my rearview mirror to make sure no one else was coming, and gradually opened my car door. I stepped out into the cool night air, and looked around for the thing I’d nearly hit. My legs carried me to the front of my car, and that’s when I saw it. It was Guy.

 

“What the hell?!” I muttered. “Why are you in the middle of a busy highway?”

 

Guy just sat there cross-legged, his eyes closed and his head slumped over.

 

“This must be a dream…or a nightmare…yeah…”

 

Of course, my foolish impulses told me otherwise. I checked for oncoming traffic, bent down beside Guy…and poked him.

 

He was real.

 

“Crap.” I frowned. My voice was quaky. “Guy?”

 

No response.

 

“Are you Guy Berryman?”

 

His head perked up. “Yeah? What d’ya want?” I could smell the beer on his breath.

 

Dear God, I leave a concert twenty minutes ago and find the bass guitar player in the middle of a highway. How the hell had he ended up here anyways? My eyes scanned the area, and I saw it. Guy’s rental car crashed into a guardrail. I sighed again.

 

“Okay, Guy,” I spoke gently. “We’re going to go for a nice ride now, okay?”

 

“What?” He eased onto his feet, and I guided him slowly to the car. I opened the door and let him slide into the back seat.

 

I quickly got inside and started the car, getting off at the nearest exit and turning around, back towards the arena. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

 

 

 

This is my first story...I hope it's okay:uhoh:...next part coming soon?

Okay...Wow. I'm still the only one on here. Whatever. Here's Part Two of a Story with no Name. Yay, PEPENILLOS!!!!!!!!

 

 

I pulled back into the arena parking lot, unsure of what to do and where to go. There was barely anyone here…and it wasn’t like I could just waltz up to someone and say, “Hey, I’ve got Guy Berryman in the back of my car!”

 

My eyes hit the rearview mirror and I sighed at Guy, who was peacefully sleeping on the bench seat. I grinned, vowing to never clean the backseats again.

 

Where should I go? I drove around to the backside of the arena. There was a tour bus…and it had the word VIVA on it. Yeah, that was probably my best bet.

 

I parked and locked Guy inside the car, leaving one window down a little to give him some air, as if he were a dog. My body slowly made its way towards the bus, and I grimaced. A poorly written sign had been taped on the door, and read:

 

WE’RE NOT HERE

 

Well, obviously. I turned to walk away, and saw a back door to the arena, wide open. A grin spread on my face, and I began trotting inside.

 

Narrow halls spread out in every direction. Where to go…where to go…I took a left and a right, and found a door with a piece of paper, similar to the one on the bus, taped to it.

 

ROOM 42

 

This was most likely it. I slowly crept inside, surprised it wasn’t locked, and peeked around the door.

 

I immediately saw a couple of guys sitting around and talking…I recognized them as Jonny and Phil…and rapped my hand on the door. “Come in!” It was Phil.

 

The door swung open, revealing myself.

 

“Can I help you?” Jonny asked, looking a little stunned.

 

My whole body was quivering, my voice shaking, “Um…I…um…”

 

Phil sighed. “Spit it out or I’ll call security.”

 

“I found Guy in the middle of a highway,” I blurted, soon realizing how stupid that sounded.

 

Jonny looked at Phil. Phil looked at Jonny. They both laughed hysterically, as if it were a joke.

 

“But it’s true!” I complained. “He’s in the back seat of my car!”

 

Their laughing grew louder. I felt so small and stupid.

 

A door towards the back of the room opened, and Chris popped in. “What are you guys having a fit about now?” He looked at me, and then the guys. “Geeze, you guys never laugh like this…Jonny-Boy, what did she say?”

 

Jonny took a breath. “Okay…okay, she…she said she found Guy on a highway, and that he was in her car!”

 

Chris looked at me. “And you don’t believe her?”

 

“Of course not!” It was Phil this time. “Why? Do you?”

 

“As a matter o’fact I do.” He stood up straight. “I’m going to go check this out for myself.”

 

The boys continued to hoot as Chris made his way to the door and walked past me.

 

“You coming?” He asked.

 

I nodded, still stunned. What beautiful eyes…

 

I led Chris outside, and walked him to my car, quickly unlocking it.

 

“Holy shit,” he whispered as I opened the back door and Guy’s legs flopped out. I grinned. “So that’s where he was.”

 

“I was driving home from your concert and almost ran him over. My guess is he had a few too many during intermission…”

 

Chris shook his head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with this man.” He pulled on Guy’s legs and dragged him out of the backseat.

 

“Need any help?”

 

“Nope I’m good,” he muttered back between exasperated breaths. Chris flung Guy’s drunk body over his shoulder.

 

“Ow.” Great. Guy was awake. “Chris?! What the hell are you doing?!”

 

I followed behind and gracefully opened doors for them.

 

Guy began pounding on Chris’ shoulder blade. Finally we reached the room again, and Chris set Guy down on the couch, beside Phil, who seemed startled.

 

“Sorry,” he and Jonny replied rhythmically.

 

I grinned in approval and watched as Chris took a seat. He motioned to another empty chair, and I sat down.

 

“So you found him in the middle of a highway, huh?” Chris began talking.

 

 

 

Yay! I'm going to bed now...I'll finish up tomorrow...

great i hope they get together chris and the girl xx

it's really good! a very original idea too. I like it :)

^ I strangely have the feeling that she is a he :laugh3:

 

dunno, I guess I'm just too slashy, oh well.

 

CAJMAnon, as I said to you before, keep it up, I'm literally breathing in every sentence you write :lol: Your writing-style is georgeous and builds up an interesting and fierce atmosphere.

 

Meh, I thought the balcony scene made it rather clear "it" was a she.